How to make me love you.

Just to list a couple of my requirements.

• always be a gentlemen. a real gentlemen. 
• be tall
• be so good-looking that other girls drool just seeing you
• be ripped. preferably a six pack and a strong back. 
• give good hugs
• tell me i'm beautiful, even if you are lying
• take me out to dinner
• make me dinner
• don't piss me off
• sometimes argue back, I like a good debate
• don't try to prove me wrong when i'm determined to be right
• respect me
• never put blame on me
• smell nice
• be sarcastic-but have limits
• don't ever try to put me down
• never lie to me 
• good taste in music
• I like candy 
• be crazy, don't care what people will think
• let me punch you and you can punch me back, but don't you dare cause me pain
• surprise me often
• shut up and listen 
• be good with kids
• be my biggest support
• have a good sense of style
• don't swear
• make me laugh
• be an example
• tell me when i'm being dumb-nicely, please
• text me only when needed, call me daily, make an effort to see me
• fight for me
• don't be dumb. be smart. 
• brag about me, especially to other girls. I like that.
• be creative. adventurous. never boring. 
• make me your first priority. always. 
• you should probably read some nicholas sparks books. 
• Love me endlessly.

Just having a bad hair day.

     My crazy brunette hair is fairly soft and its naturally wavy.  My hair after swimming or a shower or anything involving water is like my hair just does what it feels like. My hair doesn't necessarily listen to me. Like for instance, on picture day I wanted to curl my hair so I'd look nice and my hair does curl nicely, but my hair decided to flatten before the picture. When I go to dances it gets so humid that my hair is straight by the end of the night. When I'm driving in a car I just roll down the window and let  my hair do what it wants. I don't really do my hair unless I have places to go such as parties, school, church or anything like that. The other times I let my hair be natural and I don't really care how it looks. My hair likes to get all nice and pretty for cute boys too. At night I take a shower and I shampoo and condition my hair with cheap shampoo, it makes my hair greasy and disgusting so it is not wavy and delicious.

Almost everyone in my family is a brunette. I have the texture of my mom's hair, which is wavy, and I have the thick fine hair from my dad. I think it's weird I have a lot of hair but they are really fine pieces of hair. My hair is like the little angel hair pasta. If I had thick hair I would probably be happier but I'm content being fine.

I like my hair there are just some things about it that drive me insane. I don't like my bangs or my layers. It's like my hair has to be tamed to be nice. I do like my hair because it curls and straightens nice. I just don't like how it doesn't stay. I think if my hair was longer it would be cuter. My hair can sometimes look absolutely amazing and I love it, but then other times it either doesn't curl right and  I just look like a hobo. My hair for the most part has a mind of its own. It chooses when I should look cute or not. It's mostly not cute but I live with it. I am going to try and grow my hair way long and then maybe I will like it more. I will just have to live with having a bad hair day for now!

You're alive.

Put your hand on your chest. Do you feel that beat? It's called your heart. 
Congratulations you are alive! You have outlived the 150,000 people who die every day in the world. That should make you feel pretty cool. Why is being alive not celebrated every day?
We all forget how lucky we are and we take living for granted.
You didn't get the newest iPhone? Aww man.
Your boyfriend dumped you? You're kidding!
You feel like you have no friends? Join the club.
What about those people living in third world countries? They don't have a phone at all. They might not have any family or friends anywhere. Yet they still manage to make it through life, day by day.
There's people suffering from cancer, people living in hospitals fighting for their life.
You don't know how lucky you are for the health you have.
Stop thinking about what you don't have. Or what you wish you could have. And appreciate what you do have. You're still alive. Celebrate it. And cherish it.

The beginning.

I don't think of myself as a writer.
I can only hope this is entertaining to you because otherwise I basically have failed as a writer. 
Or not. 
Nahhh. 
We will just see how this goes. 
You don't, yet, know who I am. 
Hopefully that will make this easier. 
So this is my start. 
Wish me luck. 
And good luck to you too.